If I Were A Car

By Ananya

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On May 10, 2015, I was built in a Honda factory where workers put my parts together.

A few days later, I was sent to a showroom. Many families visited the showroom, but no one took me home with them. My fellow cars got their new homes, I was waiting for mine too. But for a long time, I didn’t get one. One evening, I overheard some workers whisper that My limited space, outdated design, and lack of advanced features made me undesirable. Still, hope lingered within me.

One day, an old man and his wife- Nandini came in. They looked at me and then at each other, and then back at me. The old man smiled and said, “This is the one”. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he exclaimed to his wife, “I fulfilled my promise to get you your car”. Getting me home was like a dream come true to them.

Over time Mohan (the man) would take me to drive, and when we returned in the evening, he would park me in the garage. Sunday evenings were my favorite. It brought drives to a chaat stall, followed by the ice cream dates. During these rides, Mohan would sing and crack jokes and Nandini would laugh. I shared their deepest secrets, fights, and hugs.

Time went on, and one evening, someone unfamiliar entered my cabin. Moments later, Mohan came running, he was holding Nandini in his arms, and he was crying. He sat with Nandini in the back seat. Soon we reached the hospital. Hours passed and then I saw Mohan coming back with Nandini in his arms like earlier but Nandini still didn’t open her eyes, Mohan held her and made her sit next to the driver’s seat, and he sat on the driver’s seat. We went to all the places, we used to visit, like any other day but the only difference was this time no one got out, and instead of sharing laughs, Nandini was silent and Mohan’s eyes were full and this is how I knew, Nandini was dead and this was my final drive. When we got home, Mohan laid Nandini to rest, and then he looked at me with teary eyes.

Two years passed, and I was still there. I didn’t hear from Mohan since then, I knew he left our home, but I didn’t know if he was dead or alive but I missed him dearly.

Time kept fading, and I spent all my life in Mohan’s garage until someone took me to a junkyard.

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